Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-01-26
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LITTLE TU'PENNY.
BY s. Barring GOULD.
CHAPTER XII.
HOW SHE BEGAN To FIND IT OUT.

There was change IN nef husband
voice, in his intonation, that surprised
her. "In your London house,"
"Ahr' ne laughed '1Well-yes, in my
Lun on house. Now, my dear Trip, don't
you get the indigestion if the dinner is
not as high seasoned as pleases your
mother
"What do you mean, AlgernonT' 1t
was with an effort that she called him
by his Christian name.
'You will find that out all too soop, p"
he replied, somewhat Uneasily II am
sorry, dear girl, that things will not be
quite as you might wish. In fact, Beau
fort house Piccadilly, is in the hands of
the house painters, and the smell OF the
white lead is deleterious, so thought 1t
as well to take lodgings"
"But-we 90 to Norway tomorrow
she said. looking round at him, and this
was the first time she ventured to do this
since she had stepped into the carriage
with him. His face was troubled, he
took her hand and kissed it, then looked
out Of the window.
Norway must wait" he said with
averted countenance.
Then he turned and with a laugh said,
"Perhaps Jericho will suit you better"
She could not make it out.
I've been considering that perhaps
you are a bad sailor, and would be upset
at sea, and the barometer has been fall
ing, and see by the paper that the storm
signals are up and so we had better post
ponc our departure.
9TH the storm is oyer?'
con, yes till the storm is over"
What was the meaning Of the altera-
ton in-his manner and tone of voice, even
in the appearance his face worel They
were in the train. He made her get ont
at station where there were branches
and cross lines in all directions They
changed platforms, took fresh tickets,
got out again; had a cab Took the
Metropolitan: then another cab, and at
last drew up.
"Your lodgings seem very difficult to
reach, ~ said Trip.
''They are sequestered," he answered;
"more suitable for lovers"
The house at which the cab deposited
Trip and her husband was a small half
villa at Lower Norwood, in new road
half made, and where the row of houses
was only half built. The garden was
uncultivated small patch in front of
the door; the turf WAS not even green.
The entrance door was fresh painted and
stuck. When it was opened, admission
was obtained into small hall, 50 narrow
that two could i'll walk abreast in it, The
mean stairs were steep and uncarpeted.
There was accommodation only on one
side-the right side of the house; a blank
wall divided this half house from the
other half house. There was parlor on
the ground floor, and small dining room
in the rear, opening into Il yard. The
furniture was Of the pIainest description
and sparse Only one servant appeared,
an i'll favored, elderly, smallpox marked
woman.
Trip was puzzled and frightened, and
very ready to cry. She was afraid to ask
questions and afraid to express her dis
appointments
For supper there were mutton chops
and boiled potatoes, and cold rice pud-
ding; no wine, but ale and whisky and
water.
Certainly the style of living was better
at RingWood though the Tottenhams
did belong to trade, and had no pretense
to a duke in the family.
That Mr. Beaufort was very fond Of
Trip was the only reality of her dream,
and it was the reality she could best have
spared. She did not care for him; in
deed as her marriage drew on, she had
she was married awoke to the fact that
she dislikcd him.
There are some persons with whom YOU
may pass a score Of years, and whom you
may meet every day, and yet you get no
nearer to knowing tEcm. l-ou know
their cNtcriors, every line of their faces.
every mole and blemish in the skin; You
know their tones of voice, their walk,
but you never get within, to know their
true natures. to feel that YOU have
touched Il pulse, not bit OF cloth or
sable jacket
There are other individuals whom we
fear 80 look into. We know that some
day or other The peep will be given. and
we shall see what we had much rather
not. We are glad to know their exterior
only, and dread the day when they Shall
become transparent To us.
Some such n feeling was in the heart
of Trip. She began to fear her husband.
TO suspect that under the surface she
should come on, not a hidden treasure,
but dead mon's bones and rottcnucss.
Day after day passed and Trip was
very dull. She asked if the Norway cx-
cursion We're finally abandoned. He said
it was 50; but gave no reason. Had the
storm that was expected missed its
course He did not know.
Were thy going into Worcestershire?
He laughed Mt the question. The foun-
datjons of the house were not laid. The
estate was in Cloudland.
Occasionally he took her ont. Once to
the Tower, once to the Crystal Palace:
but he did not like visiting public resorts
apparently, for he seemed uneasy when
there took no pleasure in the sights, and
n cot
Trip asked her husband Il she might
write home; as she was not going abroad.
she would like to send a line to her
mother. He peremptorily refused to al
low her to write. Not for month.
mind You: your mother expects no letter,
and Will not be uneasy about you. Let
her believe you are in Norway What
matterSsn
But why this mystery, Algernong"
Why-mystery2' he rubbed his chin.
"There is no mystery. You don't under
stand, | have objections. My friends
and relatives may call. and don't want
EN- to come in and find your mother
here. II You wrote. she'd be fumbling in
with her airs and grimaces.'
Trip was hurt
"Why do you so out so much and
leave me aloneT'
Il have business, and business must be
attended to-"
"What is your business?"
Nothing that You can understand"
81 insist on knowing" said Trip, with
spirit. He looked at her with surprise.
well. then, have political occupa-
ton, am secretary to a Liberal club; we
have TO work for elections, and see and
arrange with agents, organize meetings.
and so on. What do you know about